Hip Hop Hurray!

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Wrote this to Naughty By nature's Hip Hop Hurray , the chorus is intact and everything, its a beautiful beat, i hope i did it justice. feedback please

Bought a LP for every single day (HEY) / and every single available extended play (HEY)/ ima be ready to hand out my demo tape (HEY)/ professionally packaged, wrapped up in cellophane (HEY)

/ man, for four years I’ve been waiting for this moment/
waiting to see them turn my tape into a torrent/
and yeah im paying for it, steadily saving toward it/
went off drugs to show that it has the same importance/
down in the mic booth, sounds like the white dude,
that I’ve listened to - all through out high school/
knew I’d get boo’d so I switched up styles - so,
I picked up rhyme - flows/ and sped up my - growth/
3 years in the making, three cheers and im saying,
that at the end of the day, I owe it all to hip hop so give props

my first Cd was the marshall mathers lp/
I still remember my first reaction, that shit has never left me/
before the fifth grade Indian songs were my mood music/
my parents thought rap was “a crude nuisance”/
bumpin that radio Disney with no swearing for removal/
I was sheltered with nothing but parental approval/
I heard the song Kill You, the third verse like some mulch/
fertilized a growth, in four minutes I learned to curse like adults/
words light the blunt, and I got my first high from rap/
from that day on I used to sit with glazed eyes in class/
earphones a part of my appearance, all of my adherence to rap
kept no room for god in my allegiance/
I live and breathe it, and rewind it for my health/
while bumping drug ballad I swear the bus driver asked me why I was smiling to myself/
I couldn’t explain the song to her, so I jus told her it was

the first song I fully memorized was drug ballid,
a gruff challenge, to what was societies sub standids/
/ I loved it, each verse was venomous/
and in my parents eyes, each lesson learned was erroneous/
but when spoken to me it seemed, to have awoke the Mc in me,
to the possibilities open to me in weed/
I got roped in a field of dreams
and I didn’t bother when emotions collided with sense/
cuz the grass looked greener on this side of the fence/
but the first time I got caught really put my pride to the test/
do I quit, at that moment the answer might have been yes/
a question, should I stay with hip hop at all/
cuz at that point half of me says its illogical/
/ I wrote raps and then went outside into real life,
and made them a reality to reach heights/
that I’d never bet I could, but that I said I would,
with a dead eye look, and the statement was set for good/
pierced my ears in a lunchroom with a needle and cloth/
we always talked about it, but im the only one who believed in the talk/
three years of drug abuse leaving nothing but stems and empty capsules/
paired along with a collection of the best hundred and seventy albums/
every experience I’ve had in the past eleven years,
has been cuz of the hip hop thats been channeled in my ears/
so if you wonder why I love hip hop there are only three words, I am music/

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fuckin hell...bump